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WHO: Rimmer, Lyra.
WHERE: Awesome Base.
WHEN: Sunday...ish? After Koltira posts his thing about swallowing the Lich King Kool-Aid.
WARNINGS: Pfft.
SUMMARY: Lyra's not having a good week, what with several of her adult role models dying or going evil. So, uh, how about Rimmer as an adult role model? Y.....eah, that works. ._.
FORMAT: Quicklog.

[Thank god he was back in the City. If he'd been overseas or upstate, he might have missed all of this smeg. Especially after Lister had gone off to avenge Liadrin's murder.

[Smegging hell, elves. Undead elves, at that! When did this City start to resemble a Tolkien novel? Never mind it, Lyra was upset, and he'd been promising a visit to her anyway. So he pulled up to the base in his Jag, remembering where it was from her last plea to visit. And, as always, felt that tiny bit of squirming discomfort about comforting a child. He really was trying hard, wasn't he? He'd always be bollocks at comforting anybody, as a matter of fact.]

Lyra?

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[He rummages around in the fridge for breakfast-y type foods.]

You seem to be doing well for yourself here, I must admit.

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Well... we've had practice. And the house was pretty cheap, after we convinced the last people who had it that it was haunted.

[There should be eggs, milk, etc. in there. Along with some veggies/fruit.]

[ajrimmer-ssc.livejournal.com]

[He pulls the eggs out of the fridge and raises an eyebrow at her.]

'Convinced?' Oh, Lyra. How do you like your eggs?

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[Lyra just looks back innocently.]

Sunny side up, please.